Volume One, Chapter 34: The Little Thief

“The place Duan Kun mentioned should be right here.” At that moment, Ji Die halted outside a cave dwelling, gazing at the tightly shut stone door.
He wasn’t sure if anyone was inside, nor did he dare to barge in. Instead, he called out a couple of times, testing the waters from outside.
But whether the dwelling was empty or not, his calls—three in total—met only silence.
Given the secluded location and the absence of nearby disciples, his voice echoed alone in the area.
“Not here…” Ji Die furrowed his brows, sat cross-legged by the doorway, and decided to wait for the occupant’s return.
But more than an hour passed, and still no sign of the person.
Ji Die was not impatient; he waited quietly. Soon after…
Yet, when pushed, Xu Jian couldn’t move away—instead, she clung more tightly, like a patch drawn closer.
The emperor tapped the seat beside him, signaling Xi Qiao to sit. Xi Qiao walked over with graceful steps and sat at his side.
“If memory serves me, Murong has yet to marry. Even if your eldest sister is soon to wed into Murong Manor as the young mistress, she must first marry Murong Lingxiang. Right now, Murong Lingxiang is the master here, and you and I are both guests,” Chu Lixue remarked coolly.
“Heh, Old Liu, don’t be anxious—look at this.” Ye Feng tapped his sash. A dossier was transmitted via the Wind Foam network to the computer.
That day, Zhang Maonian begged on the court floor, hoping the emperor would send someone to investigate. He believed that, as long as the emperor was willing to look into the matter, the culprit would be found, and once caught, he’d make sure the criminal paid dearly.
“Let’s go, we need to get out of here. My stomach’s been in knots all night—hungry and nauseated.” Situ Nanyun said, supporting Xu Xifeng as they walked. His leg wound, after a night of rest, had eased considerably, though the injury remained unhealed.
Earth’s vital force is the faith energy generated by all those on Earth who hold Yang Tian in reverence.
“With her impulsive nature, she might not even wait for me to finish this task. That’s why I cannot waste any more time here.” Zhao Wu’an tightened the sword case strapped to his back, glanced at the cup of cold tea.

“Chu Lixue, I won’t beat around the bush with you. Must you set yourself against me?” Empress Dowager Bai was no fool; the Bai family’s scandals had been exposed several times, and Chu Lixue had always been present, even fanning the flames that drove the Bai clan to the brink.
Still brooding over his earlier unsatisfied desire, Situ Nanyun’s lips twitched in annoyance at her own loose tongue. Suddenly, she was scooped up and tossed onto the bed. Before she could process what was happening, Lin Yuelan pressed her down.
Despite knowing how powerful the Soaring Guild was, he was still willing to safeguard the orphanage from their interference, proving his sincerity.
As the golden sword returned to its sheath, Li Mingran’s radiant protective aura withdrew, and the oppressive atmosphere that lingered in battle dissipated completely.
Tai Shici was leading a group of soldiers, overseeing the Xianbei people as they tilled the land and sowed seeds. Among them were Han soldiers, instructing the Xianbei in their tasks.
Only then did she realize that no hardship was insurmountable. If it couldn’t be resolved in a single meal, two would do—the obstacle was bound to be overcome.
“I don’t like martial arts,” Fu Yun’an said. Abroad, he had learned to shoot and trained deliberately, only to discover he disliked it and lacked the patience.
“The three of them are settled in another tent—heavily guarded!” Guan Yu replied.
Lady Song, though not Li Dou’s biological mother, was no different in practice. To call her a daughter-in-law was not inappropriate.
His words were sweet; Xiao Mingxiu felt thoroughly pleased listening. He glanced down, exchanged a fleeting look with Xie Wan’ning, then quickly parted ways.
The only flaw was its limit: he could only control magical elements within a five-hundred-meter radius; anything beyond was unreachable.
“Are you sure?” Minister Shen Weiguo of National Security gripped the report tightly, his excitement barely contained.
The next day, the Honor Guard, led by Guo Ziyi, marched straight for Guangzhou, like a sharp blade thrust toward the heart of Zhao State.
Ye Zhong stretched lazily, and in that brief moment, Qiu’er had already picked up the scattered clothes from the floor, ready to send them for washing once the young master finished dressing.
Thus, Xu Wuyou finally reached the true limit of the Sole Reverence realm and could begin his breakthrough to the Grand Reverence realm—a remarkably swift progression.

“Haichi is only wearing one outfit,” said Leiderson, seeing Lin Ai’s expression and hesitating before explaining. Haichi nodded vigorously, hoping Lin Ai wouldn’t covet her clothes.
The Yan family inherited this technique, making them half-descendants of Xian Tian Sect. If Ling Hao knew the whereabouts of the sect, perhaps he could help Yan family through their troubles.
Warp engines became common in the Chenhe Empire; subspace vessels also spread throughout the Ancient Universal Kingdom. Every peak-level Heng Palace expert had their own subspace craft.
Yet, when the matter was exposed, the rat demons only babbled nonsense—none dared to act. What a bunch of worthless creatures.
The two locked eyes in midair—one gaze deep, the other inscrutable—infusing the whole area with an inexplicable tension, causing the surroundings to fall silent.
Frost formed on the mottled walls, the light dim and flickering with the dance of phosphorescent flames atop the lamps.
They were youthful and lovely, innocent and skilled in dance, yet their sensual bodies moved with the most exquisite choreography, releasing wild energy.
Before leaving, Su Yunfu sent the family laborer to inform the village head. As to whether he believed it—that was out of Su Yunfu’s hands.
One could say that National Security is a unique system, straddling the line between police and military, forming its own special branch.
In the distant sunset, planes sliced across the sky, birds fluttered by in a rush. Ming Tian suddenly felt warmth on his cheek, as if kissed by Wang Yun.
Su Su Bai was startled by Nie Qianyu’s crisp reply. Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly turned away, avoiding Nie Qianyu’s gaze.